Choosing Someone Better Mga Nobela at Kwento

I’ve heard a saying that goes thus; if you want to make enemies, choose them wisely. I don’t believe I chose mine wisely. And I don’t believe there’s a saying like that actually… But it still makes sense because I could have chosen enemies who were less powerful and cruel so that my life’s predicament wouldn’t be as brutal. But I went ahead and did the opposite. But then again, sometimes, we are choiceless when it comes to selecting our enemies. Sometimes, it just happens naturally and we find random cruel people hunting us down and aiming to destroy our lives.

Michael commented ironically, as a wry smile tugged at one corner of his lips. Alexander looked skyward and sighed. “There’s no better choice, Mike. Apart from the fact that she herself personally chose you over that asshole, I’m with her on this too. You’re still the better choice.” Michael gave his head a slow shake. “Really… I don’t understand why you’d say I am any better for her when you know what kind of man I am, Alexander.”

He forced a smile at her but his heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. “When I already lost you, then it's not a big deal to give this company to you who is precious to me. I can not win you back. But I will never stop loving you. You deserve a better person than me who can keep you happy. I don't know if he's better than me or not. But when you have chosen him then he will be a better person. Otherwise why would you choose him?”

“And honestly, Claire looks better in that dress than you ever could.” Claire had her back to him. The smug look on her face said it all. Still, her words came out laced with guilt. “Miss Meyer, if you don’t want to give it up, that’s fine. A dress this elegant… there’s no way nobody like me deserves to wear it.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lucas said without hesitation. “The woman I love could never be a nobody. Destiny is just living off her parents. She’s not so high and mighty herself.”

"He’s present. Attentive. Open. Available. And sometimes, choosing someone like that feels terrifying, because it means stepping into real possibility. Real intimacy. Real growth." I swallowed hard. "So you think… I’m afraid of him." "I think," she said softly, "you might be shielding yourself from someone who could be healthy, good, grounding. Someone who meets you where you are. Because if you choose someone who can’t be with you—not truly—you can protect yourself from ever being hurt." I closed my eyes. Her voice gentled further. "But choosing the unavailable person? That path usually hurts far more." My chest tightened with an uncomfortable truth I didn’t want to claim.

“That the library is boring or that you don’t like it there?” She shakes her head. “That you don’t have a date with him. He’s too hot.” The amusement drains from my face. “What?” “Guys who look like that are not for you. You need someone wholesome. Like that guy you went out with last semester. What was his name?” “Danny?” She points. “He was more your speed.” Yeah, wholesome Danny the blowjob beggar. “My speed?” “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I just mean, he should be the type of guy you go for. Don’t aim so high. I’d hate to see you get let down,” she pouts.

They simply coexisted, nestled between us like shadows in soft corners. Eventually, I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I chose you,” I said. He stilled. “I chose you, Lucian. Not just because you’re my fated mate. Not because of some prophecy or ancient tie. But because when I thought you were gone…” My voice cracked. “It tore something in me I didn’t know could break.” His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing under my eyes. “I tried not to hope,” he said hoarsely. “I told myself I didn’t deserve to be chosen. After everything. I got tired of living. But when I woke up and saw your face…”

"So if I mess up, I just apologize and change?" "Yes. That's all anyone can ask. Nobody expects perfection. Just effort. Just willingness to grow. Just choosing to be better." "I choose to be better. I choose to be like Kieran, not like Lucas." "That's all that matters," Kieran says. "Blood doesn't determine who you are. Choice does. Lucas was my brother-in-law. But I chose to be nothing like him. You're his biological son. But you choose to be nothing like him. Choice is what matters."

The words exploded out of him, loud enough that we both froze, and carefully listened for any faint sounds of movement from down the hall. Nothing. Then he continued in a harsh whisper. "I want you to be sure that you want this. That you want me. That you really do want me, not just because I'm forbidden, not because I'm convenient, not because we live in the same fucking house and can't escape each other. I want you to choose me knowing you could have someone better." "Better," I repeated, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "Someone better." "Yes." "Someone like Miles."

She sniffed loudly. “Does that mean they’re bad forever?” she asked. Sarah didn’t answer immediately. The question wasn’t just about James and Tiana. It was about whether damage erased love. Whether mistakes cancelled worth. Whether the world allowed people to be more than the worst thing they had done. “People are more than their worst choices,” Sarah said slowly. “But loving someone doesn’t mean pretending those choices didn’t happen.” Melissa wiped her nose with her sleeve. “Can people still be loved after doing terrible things?”